ManoftheNorth

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

As the Co-Gm, I do have to points I would like to discuss about your CS.

1- He is sixteen, so mastering the use of Axes is a highly unlikely factor for his age, and as well for his parentage. Hypnos has little to no connection to a weapon like the axe. It takes men ages to learn to master the axe, and even as a demi-god, he would take just as long to learn being that his inheritance has no relation to the weapon.

2- He is sixteen, and still just a camper, so an Axe that is LITERALLY unbreakable is a far stretch for him. Even the ancient Demi-gods never hefted such a weapon style until their older years, and many of them didn't even get a weapon of that magnitude. Perseus, the slayer of the Leviathan, only got a blade similar to the one in the "Lightning Thief" movie. (I.e. They are parallels, but anyway.) So, that weapon is, in my Co-Gm opinion, over his limit of power and ranking.

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

Adam chuckled at Erin's words after having listened to the seemingly organized rotation of words. He finished his plate a few moments later and then slid it to the side while adjusting the whole assortment for greater ease to the other three at the table. He then turned and looked at Oscar's companion. Adam gave it a quick surveying look before smiling and turning back to the new member of the table.

"Those are the surface details of course though." He stated to the boy. "I, aside from my frozen finese, am a bit of a walking Bestiary. I have always adored the wild animals, and I even once thought about seeking out a companion, such as Oscar's friend here. If you would like, I could help you train some. I notice you are casting a bit of a freeze over the things you handle. I take it, you fear for implementing that accidentally on other campers?" He asked the boy. Adam may not have been the oldest camper in the whole expanse, but he was observant and intelligent. He then chuckled once more, but with a hardier tone this time. "I actually find it somewhat ironic. I have seen you practice, with a staff, and I train with a similar weapon. This is all the more reason you and I could begin training together, as well as with my friend and Oscar here. We can all begin training together." He stated while observing the frost and ice the boy created. "It wouldn't hurt us to start connecting a bit, that is what this camp lacks at the moment after all. Connection between campers. I mean, you have the cabins, who connect among their own cabin members, or of course the Aphrodite and Apollo children connect with other campers, but real connection is what we need." He added while smiling and then standing to stretch his back. Adam never could sit still for too long, he was always quite filled with energy, but that energy was seemingly mood dependent. Anger made his energy a strength, valiance made his energy stalwart, sorrow made his energy fluent, and happiness made his energy long-lasting. Adam himself was unsure of whether this was due to his mother, or his own inherently godly-nature. That of course was a possibility, but one not so commonly seen. Demi-gods over the ages always exhibited different influences from their parents, such as Hercules who was the son of the Zeus, the bolt caster, and yet his inheritance was a strength beyond many others, a minor feat of Zeus' often over looked. There were many other cases as such, there was once even a son of Poseidon who inherited the god-given gift of all-natural navigation. No matter where this men went, or how, he could always direct himself to his goal without the use of navigational tools, and without the use of the moon, sun, and stars. Adam, was an uncertain case though, and frantically it wasn't important enough to matter to him at the moment.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

I too apologize for having yet posted, after saying I was doing so for so many days, but my dog, a boxer, had to be taken to the Vet. I have been really focused on him and his medication lately, so that takes up what little free time I have to post. I am however still writing on a post as I get the time to do so.

Reality VS Fiction [FairyTale rp]

Ragnar~ Fairy Tale Land: Northern Forest.

Ragnar was silent, and still, in his position among the bushes of the forest. His arms drawn up in a series of curves, whilst holding the figure of a bow. He smiled as the modernized format of the recurve bow began to twitch in his arms. The string tightened, the wood shifted, and his left arm straightened out while his right one bent back and held the string tight. He stood slowly, just out from behind a tree, and held his posture a moment along with his breath. He then, with the release of his breath, released the string and slung the notched arrow forward. The simple, field-point, arrowhead swirled through the air tightly before sliding just in behind the left shoulder of a stag, and continuing in through the vital organs, before stopping halfway through. The mighty stag leaped forward in one movement, but landed on it's chest as it's legs gave way through the jump and it's body slowed to a dead still. Ragnar took a moment, not only to ensure the stag was deceased, but to also ensure there was nothing stirred up around him, and when he stopped his listening he proceeded forward. He pulled a couple of blades from his belt and smiled as he dug them into the cervine beast one by one, until each had done it's job and the deer was processed.

Once he had it all separated, he divided the deer up into specific sacks and he began dragging it home, but it was no mere easy task. He was carrying everything possible: Hide, Antlers, Meat, and even the skull and some bones.It took him a few hours to drag all of the stuff back to the small town he had been staying in, and when he arrived there was a small mustering of children to greet him,alongside a few elderly folk sitting together. The majority of the present people seemed excited that he had taken such a grand kill, for their nestled town of no more then several households could share this beast and feed themselves for a short time, before he would have to go off again. He dropped off sections of the meat to each household, and then he dropped the hide off at the resident tanner, while leaving the antlers with the local smith to made into knife handles. The skull however was placed inside his own home, upon the wall. While it seemed less of a trophy without the antlers, it was more of a reminder. It was his reminder that you can be a hunter, without being a beast.

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Lillian Red~ Fairy Tale Land: West of the Northern Forest, along a beaten path to the Northern City.

Lillian strolled along, her shoes scuffing the ground ever so slightly, with her vibrant hair flowing, and her figure enveloped in a smooth, white, sundress. The dress was then wrapped in a pleasant pink-creme colored apron. Her arms bore a basket on each side, one on her left filled with various vials of seasoning and the one on the right was filled with all manner dried herbs. Both baskets were rather large, but long in the manner of flower baskets, and swayed softly as she made her way along the heavily traveled path. Her brilliantly colored orbs surveyed the way along from behind her glasses with a spectacular allure to the vibrant land. Her eyes wandered, and so did her mind, as she continued further and further forward. Her mind slowly slipped into it's world, something that is hard to imagine in the land of fairy tales, but it did so quickly nonetheless. She became so wrapped up in her thoughts and mental images, that she nearly missed the oncoming carriage of runaway horses, it was only by the luck of the screaming coachmen that she snapped into reality and leaped to the side. The wagon stirred up s fuss of men and women near the town, as well as a cloud of dust and dirt that covered Lillian in a thick coat. She huffed and choked on the dust a moment before laying her baskets down and wiping herself off somewhat, and then proceeded to the city of the Northern Kingdom.

Blackout 2030

I likes buses, but I dislike them as a rolling HQ for several reasons. A few mentioned by Hail, and a few others such as the fact that they have poor handling, ill-equip speed, and obviously a size issue. That, and they are ridiculously band-wagoned as a rolling HQ in movies. XD

I think we should get something(s) smaller for long term.We could roll in a team of Smart Cars and just use solar panels all through the day and buzz around like a bunch of eco-friendly UN activists. XD

In all seriousness though, we could get one or more adequate vehicles with all the pros we need, and less of the cons the bus has with it.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

It is my pleasure, honestly. It can be rough, to not have anyone to talk too, I know that for a fact.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

That is a bad place to be my friend, and I am sorry to hear that for you. I am fairly certain there are many of us, including myself, who have been there. You know, we may just be people on the internet writing, but we can be here for you to talk to man. If you don't have someone else to talk to already.

The Right as a Player.(SAO/ALO Rp. WIP)

Muriel's onslaught was relentless, and all those who were uncoordinated or with a shield user were practically easy targets. People began to scream out in anger, fear, desperation, and sorrow as friends and family fell to their deaths, but they stilled seemed to tighten their lines and filled the seams with tanks. The crowd became a wall, and the wall was mounted with men and women willing to throw their lives at this monster. This monster, a terrible being, a conduit of destruction, a beacon of evil, but it wasn't Muriel. The real monster was the game, and Kayaba. The creator of this death game was the real monster, and everyone knew it, they fought Muriel for their lives, and for the chance of seeing themselves alive long enough to discover who did this to them. The crowd illuminated in a series of long, red marking that spanned from player to player, this was due to Muriel's trident. She had been whipping it at them for minutes now, and eventually she did as she intended.When the crowd had tightened up, she had grown happy and began attacking over the shield users with her trident. She was now pushing back on the men and women, forcing them back until the center was cleared and the players were all pushed against the western wall.

She let out a maniacal laugh as he raised her trident again and then spun it around her torso before taking more pot shots, but to no avail. The shield users put their best foot forward and protected all those behind them with their wall of metal separating Muriel from the other players. She raised it once more to go over their heads, but Rorik and another slipped back into the crowd and began to raise their shield up into the air to catch the trident before it could harm anyone else. This height advantage of her's was a problem, but one that could be worked around. Rorik yelled out to the crowd, alongside a few other shield users who had come to the same conclusion.

"Raise your shields, and follow her trident, she will not take anymore lives!" Rorik hollered to the wall of men and women. Several heeded his call and broke from the wall, which quickly closed in again, and began to stand in the crowd to have their shields ready for Muriel's trident. Rorik then took a moment to try and think, and while doing so he raised his shield to catch another shot from Muriel's trident, which was barely the case. The trident grazed off the side of his shield and was retracted while a young woman screamed out in fear behind him, he had saved her, but she was so paralyzed by fear. He turned to her, and looked upon her face, to see tears streaming and her voice barely crackling in sorrow filled whispers. His mind was drawn to her, she appeared to him as a sign, the true sign. The ideal of her, a midst the battle, was more then just a fight for their life. This was a war, a true war of the modern era. It was mankind versus technology, and the madmen behind it. He whipped his head around to a series of screams, only to see her massive claw dropping down on a few of the shield users in the front, with a killing weight. Rorik lunged forward and used all of his might to brace his shield against the massive claw, as she began to try and push the crowd with it, and a few others took to his side. The group of shieldmen were slowly being slid back, but then they pushed forward themselves and the claw halted in it's place. Rorik yelled out once more to get the attention of a very select few people, while moving away from the beast.

"Those who stood stalwart with me at the door, I need your sword arms once more!" He shouted as he passed through the group and out of the right side, placing himself just at the corner of the room, where the western wall and the southern wall meet.

Reality VS Fiction [FairyTale rp]

My throne will be built into my Throne! It will be gold, and I shall relieve myself upon the Royal Throne!

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

"Don't mind Grumpy, you are welcome to join us. We have plenty of food, and it still plenty fresh as she said. Grab a plate and a seat and we can chat." He said invitingly while moving a few of the plates holding food around for him to reach. Adam's own plate was filled with a series of small portions of each thing had cooked up for them and he smilled looking up from a small drumstick of fried chicken. He smiled after wiping away some grease from his lips and then nodded as Erin finished her words.

"I think I have seen you around the arena some, you go alone, right?" He asked, not to pester him, but to just get clarification. Adam lowered his head again, not to ignore him, but to take another good moment of the food he had cooked and took up a large mouthful of mashed potatoes and then ate it, and followed it with another bite of his drumstick.